My Childhood Obsession With Death
When I saw a dying person for the first time I was six. My mother, father, sister and I were staying at my uncle’s lake house. My aunt was at the end of a battle with cancer. I didn’t know what that meant, but I could see her frailness, how something I couldn’t name was slowly diminishing, draining from her withered features.
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Michelle Cheever was raised "just outside" Boston and currently resides in Brooklyn. She is an Emerson College ... 
Bad Hair Life, Part 3
I started talking to myself in coffee shops, in restaurants, and that’s how I figured out what that is. What being crazy really means.
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Oliver has a MFA in fiction from a very expensive college, but has never published any fiction. He has written for ... 
A Step-By-Step Guide To Becoming A Reality TV Star
So, I’ll move onto the next vehicle that celebrates my rock bottom: Celebrity Rehab. Hey, if I can get my body back in shape and raise awareness about whippet addiction then I’m happy. Or at least I think I’m happy? I haven’t popped an oxy since four minutes ago.
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5 Things That Suck About Not Knowing How To Drive
If you aren’t the one driving, you can’t control the music. Drivers make it perfectly clear that when it comes to managing the tunes, they’re the ones in charge. Because God forbid you mess with their perfect driving playlist or change the radio station when they’re favorite song is on. There’ll be blood on the upholstery!
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Stupid Things I’ve Said To Guys I’ve Had Crushes On
What should I wear to this thing, is it more classy or casual? I’ll wear whatever you tell me to, I’ll be your very own Ken doll! Okay, well I’m fatter than Ken, but at least my underwear comes off!
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